Settings of Silver – Psalm 12

1Help, O Lord!
The godly are no more.
The faithful are gone from the children of man;
2And everyone tells lies
With flattery each to his neighbor speaks
But double hearts they hide

3O may the Lord cut off
All lips of flattery,
The tongue that speaks proud things

4Who’ve said “We’ll get ahead
With our tongue; we own our lips
Who is lord over us?”

5“Because the poor are plundered,
Because the needy groan,
Now I’ll arise,” says the Lord, “and place him
In the safety for which he longs!”


6The words of the Lord are pure words
Like silver purified
In a furnace on the ground
Refined seven times

7You, O Lord!
You will keep them safe
You’ll guard us from this generation
8On every side the wicked prowl
As vileness is exalted
Among the sons of men


Producer: John Schindele
Songwriter: Emily Bateman

Guitar, lead vocals: John Schindele
Cello: Jason Young
Percussion: Cory Bingham
Bass: Torin Ruehle
Flute: Danika Starrhart
Piano, background vocals: Emily Bateman

Album art: Gabrielle Haven